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there's only sixty days 'til christmas |
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so the metal must be cold |
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as the jumper's fingers struggle |
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with the choice to free or hold |
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and when he looks up for compassion |
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you only bring him down |
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you've been waiting here for hours |
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to see him jump, splash, and drown |
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turn your head and walk |
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turn your head and walk |
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turn your head and walk away |
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turn your head and walk |
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turn your head and walk |
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turn your head and walk away |
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you leave your cars and hit the rail |
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all to anxious for the action |
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it's a piece of conversation |
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guaranteeing satisfaction |
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and tomorrow at the office |
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you got yourself a 1 2 3 4 5 star reaction |
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you lucky people you ran head on |
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into a roadside attraction |
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turn your head and walk |
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turn your head and walk |
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turn your head and walk away |
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turn your head and walk |
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turn your head and walk |
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turn your head and walk away |
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this free fall's a free for all |
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for those with rubber mouths |
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why don't you come on down to ringside |
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watch the jumper heading south |
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there'll be ooh's and aah's to orchestrate |
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the way he jerks the hesitates |
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a meeting with morality |
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is always worth the wait |
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turn your head and walk |
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turn your head and walk |
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turn your head and walk away |
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turn your head and walk away |
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turn your head and walk away |
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turn your head and walk away |
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walk away walk away |
